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To keep this feeling's what I need,
To keep the want for hate and greed.
The feeling makes my thoughts recede,
The thoughts that makes me scream and plead,
For a life that I must gain,
That does not drive me insane,
For hate is what controls my mind,
And always makes me feel so blind,
But if I can make that hate mine,
I'd control that shiver in my spine,
I could direct it and make it see,
All the things its done to me,
For what I am is nothing new,
I'm just your average joe or stew,
If all the people round me saw,
That is what I am waiting for,
For certain people to realise,
And see things through my eyes,
All the things that I dispise,
All the backstabs and the lies,
Why cant people just be nice,
But then others would take a slice,
As many people have of me,
Thats what makes me scream and plea,
Its the nice that I escape,
It's the thing that makes me drape,
It's the nice me that I hate,
The one that cant control my fate,
The one who does scream and cry,
At everything that goes on by,
I need to hate to keep me sane,
To stop my life going down the drain,
So either way I scream and cry,
At everything that goes on by,
Thats why I need to keep the hate,
At least then I can retaliate,
At those things that effect my life,
Those things that I'd rather knife,
But then me those people would dispise,
At least then they'd realise,
what goes on behind my eyes.

Description
To keep this feeling's what I need,
To keep the want for hate and greed.
The feeling makes my thoughts recede,
The thoughts that makes me scream and plead,
For a life that I must gain,
That does not drive me insane,
For hate is what controls my mind,
And always makes me feel so blind,
But if I can make that hate mine,
I'd control that shiver in my spine,
I could direct it and make it see,
All the things its done to me,
For what I am is nothing new,
I'm just your average joe or stew,
If all the people round me saw,
That is what I am waiting for,
For certain people to realise,
And see things through my eyes,
All the things that I dispise,
All the backstabs and the lies,
Why cant people just be nice,
But then others would take a slice,
As many people have of me,
Thats what makes me scream and plea,
Its the nice that I escape,
It's the thing that makes me drape,
It's the nice me that I hate,
The one that cant control my fate,
The one who does scream and cry,
At everything that goes on by,
I need to hate to keep me sane,
To stop my life going down the drain,
So either way I scream and cry,
At everything that goes on by,
Thats why I need to keep the hate,
At least then I can retaliate,
At those things that effect my life,
Those things that I'd rather knife,
But then me those people would dispise,
At least then they'd realise,
what goes on behind my eyes.